Best Triumphantly Poems
Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
John Burroughs
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Inspired by life’s goals, winners are intuitively aware,
A loss is but a steppingstone, not a reason to despair;
Again and again, with certitude they play the game,
For triumph, they envision, is written in every name.
They never seek to blame others, for own mistakes,
Instead, they course-correct, averting heart-breaks,
Re-learning, deep in introspection, as they re-assess;
Ameliorating ways of failures, reaching for success.
When life is perturbed in adversities, they fear not,
Cognizant~ anything worthwhile must be hard-fought;
Summoning conquering ways, every failure taught,
To attain ultimate milestone, reveries of victory sought.
They accept, they advance, when things go wrong,
Strumming theme winsome, emanating from life’s song,
Echoing a pledge revered, treasured for quite long;
Avowing~ to them, the reigns of future shall belong.
Dreams of passion, dreams coveted, refuse to die,
For resolutely their objectives, driven believers vie;
Until triumphantly, bells-elated, of success chime,
Trumping sad sighs of failures, defeated over time.
In the daylight hours, I spend my time
So high on a perch, in a lofty pine
Where I fluff and comb my pretty plumes
And wait for the rise of the silver moon
I bob and weave on the top of the tree
Watching my world, in dimensions of three
My golden eyes fixed, on the fallen leaves
As I wait for the night, so patiently
At the set of sun, and the rise of moon
In the Croatan forest, near Camp Le Jeune
With a piercing screech, I take to the sky
On the wind, with silent wings, I fly
Over forest and swamps, on a winter night
Dipping and swaying like a wind-blown kite
In search of a rabbit, a rat or a bat
Until I find one, there's no turning back
Over Emerald Isle, and wind-swept dunes
I fly, so freely, beneath a silver moon
For miles along the Atlantic shore
Engrossed in the din of the ocean's roar
I hear from a distance, the stir of a hare
And see her dining, on sea grasses there
Her nibbling nose, like a lure, to my eyes
As I, with the speed of lightning, fly
Then swooping straight down, without a sound
I wrap my talons, so tightly around
The slow, soft beat, of a dying heart
As bits of fur, fly away in the dark
A Great Horned Owl, I'm a bird of prey
With the wind at my back, I make my way
With the chill of winter, a melt on my breast
I return triumphantly to my nest.
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For contest sponsored by Eve Roper
Owls Personification
Placed: 2nd
Written: February 12, 2016
Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go
Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go
Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go
Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world
September 7, 2018
Sunny storms drench away the sorrow I feel inside
Rainstorms and thunderstorms make life a rowdy ride
The clouds above are dancing merrily and I look up and stare
Raindrops and sunshine fill my days and nights as I prepare…
To run...run...run in the sun, shining anew…
To walk...walk...walk on the mesmerizing moon…
To slide...slide...slide on clouds of baby blue
To collide...collide...collide into the beauty of the afternoon
Scarlet sunsets swim in my eyesight
I am seeking empathy from the sunlight
Regret no longer clings on to me…
God gave me His amazing mercy
Acceptance is the beginning of flight
For a fantastic future that's so bright
Bite the bullet as you soar oh so triumphantly like an eagle in the sweet, splendid air
Endure the despairing hardships and there's plenty of joyousness to simply share
Believe in me as I get stronger by the minute
Relieve me from grief and give me a mind of wit
I need to admit to myself that I am never alone
I need to look up to You when I feel on my own
Dreaming won't help me to achieve my goals in life
Unless I take quick action to untie peace from strife
I realize that gloryless guilt and shameful sin has weighed me down
I recognize your voice out of a million in this tension-packed town
As I skip to and fro into the river of roving radiance
As I leap from pod and pod like a frog of brilliance
As I jump from one tree to another like a monkey of gladness
As I grab a hold of the rope of hope gleefully with no distress
What is there to fear
when life's no longer dear
Death enters triumphantly ~
welcome now at half past free
I am dating a young woman and we are deeply in love. However, no matter what I do sexually, she never achieves ****** so we decided to ask a sex therapist for advice. The therapist listened to our story and suggested the following;
"Hire a strapping young man and while the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you, as though he is fanning you both. Make sure he is totally naked and she can see his manhood as he fans you both with the towel. That will help your wife fantasize, and should bring on a full-blown ******."
We went home and followed the therapist's advice. We hired a handsome young man and he stripped off and enthusiastically waved a towel over us both as we made love. But it didn't help and still my lover was unsatisfied and frustrated.
Perplexed, we went back to the therapist "Okay" he says, "let's try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them."
Once again, we followed the advice. The young man got into bed with my lover and I waved the towel. The young man really worked with great enthusiasm and my lover soon had an enormous, room-shaking, screaming, ******.
Smiling, I dropped the towel, tapped the young man on the shoulder and said to him triumphantly...."NOW THAT'S how you wave a towel, son!!"
03~12~2014
dadickerector
He writes to me in curly cues painting
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to
bare the smoothness of his script.
We have not known each other long
but we have known each other since
man first made fire, the poet and his
muse. His presentation fascinates
with swirls of brush or indian ink
he strokes, both deep and long,
with pleasant pressure most often.
His words though highbrow smack
of pent passions, watering palates
and earthy scents. The wanting so sweet
no reality could fill the expanse, the
oceans of prose, the mountains which
jut provocatively, daring, inviting, the cleats
of man, use pinion and hammer triumphantly
upon the bounty of breast, the thigh of night
the whimper of dawn. Poet preen for your muse
Caress the unsullied parchment whiteness
in the hollow of my neck.
First Published in Pyrokinection May 2013
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
The enemy's already trampled on
And triumphantly doomed to destruction.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Fully paid are our debts and transgressions
To us is complete justification.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Our wounds are already healed by the Son
And in His name, our sicknesses are gone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy Oe
All our chains He has broken and brought down
And our bondages He has made undone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
For eternity in heaven's been won
And granted for us is the salvation!
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer’s day.
Come, come, my love, and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love, can be refound.
We’ll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil’s winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so, a true love can restart.
won a no. 1 in Brian's contest
In God’s perfect time
their hearts tied by love divine
now wondrously bear marriage contract seal
upon sublime altar date
conquering pandemic’s threat
through faith in the omnipotent Saviour
along His supreme sovereign approval
midst parents’ delightful consent and jubilant favour…
Blissfully expressing “I do”
the couple triumphantly expressed
their blessed marital vows~
~he in his preacher’s assertive voice
~she by her melodious tone
declaring faithfulness to each other
and support for one another
before witnesses: the church congregation, families, friends…
Reverberating music, “Household of Faith”
accompanied officiating minister’s spirited prayer
as ceremonially, they are clothed as one
and bound together scripturally
to live as one flesh*, fulfilling God’s will in their lives.
To the newly weds: Alvrich and Jade
we joyously celebrate this day with you
thanking the Lord for your lives, brought together
by His infinite purpose, marvelous plan, and gracious power
while entrusting you as a couple to His goodness
in building your home and ministry
all for His honour and glory.
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
February 23, 2021
6/12/20
What time is it? It's time to get some money
Think harder, Stop being a dummy
Beating a dead horse, only the first time it was funny
With me, don't try to get all chummy
At one point, my life was crummy
Now, I'm turning it around, working on recovery
Whether cloudy, snowy, windy or sunny
Feeling like I got more animals than human buddies
My cup is always muddy
I don't like my eggs too runny
I'm into you girl, you're sweeter than honey
Is it all going to end slowly or abruptly?
For many, certain subjects are touchy
To put it bluntly
I desire a woman that will love me
But how can I, if I'm a weed and alcohol junkie
At times I've been fortunate or unlucky
In a world, that can be beautiful yet also ugly
I'm lonely, I'd like some company
Too bad, I really thought she was the one for me
Feeling strangely different, suddenly
In the end, I aim to come out triumphantly
I refuse to live a life of redundancy
People just love to rant
And leave their stamp
I get relief from a plant
To make up for all the love I lack
The end result, could be lungs that are black
I consider myself a decent chap
Unlike all these other cats
Many of which are whack
Individuals still talking crap
Just about everything they say is cap
In a place so vast
This life moves fast
Far too long, I felt like an outcast
And was downcast
Now I plan to outlast
Resources were scant
On terrain at a slant
My clothes and shoes got damp
So I set up camp
Before I'd need a lamp
I weathered storms like a champ
Never thought that " I can't"
Eventually packed up and headed back
With the help of a map
It was a wrap
Folks often vent
About how things went
Whether it turned out good or took a left
All these presidents
Continually spent
You'd think it was for some event
Maybe if I really meant
To put forth one hundred percent
I'd reach the furthest extent
As things augment
And orient
Which is the overall intent
By: Dalton Ogletree
Visions of me occupy your days,
my life's been planned in intricate ways.
And though my future's set in your mind,
I'm skillfully taught your wish is blind.
I've been manipulated for years
to achieve your dreams though quiet tears.
For you always told me what to do,
I was a mere reflection of you.
I lived my teens by your golden rule,
repress love, don't be somebody's fool.
Now I'm hollow, a soul with no spark,
alive; I exist, empty and stark.
Over the years, you're proud as can be,
accomplishing all your goals through me.
And you don't even pretend to care
that I'm a shadow, barely aware.
You triumphantly boast of your deed,
molding my life; you swore you'd succeed.
And the look in your eyes seals my fate,
for there is no love, there is no hate.
(Rhyme)
5/1/2017
"Every day is a page to write a new story"
Each minuscule grain of sand
running rampant through
hourglass' prismatic time
at hand, awaiting life's resolve
to seize a brand new adventure,
like the dickens' nimbly flair
enthusiastically captivating chapters
of a poetically inspired existence
amidst everyday's triumphantly
conquered reawakening
Quote response contest - Nayda Ivette Negron
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
While she ascended to see faith’s work-surprising…
Triumphantly awaiting her was a great blessing
Indeed, an answered prayer, worthy of praising!
“With God, nothing is impossible,”* she shouted
“Dad’s cured from ailment with which he’s been afflicted.”
Miraculously, her father’s wish was granted:
To witness his daughter’s wedding he then waited!
From here the City churches pierced the mist
Announcing festive celebrations from their list
Revealing that the Sovereign Lord does exist
Thus, to seek and trust and Him, man should not resist.
Father and daughter extolled God’s wonders of care
How they worshiped Him for safeguarding their welfare
The father checked his “Trust God” notebook with awed stare
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
Midst joy, He offered thanksgiving for their grand state
Saying, “You’re good, Oh, God, and great. You’re never late!”
He’s well to bring his daughter to her altar date.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
May 11, 2018
7th Place, "One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 6/20/2018.
Little brown orb
lying so lightly in my hand,
the marvel of you demanding my attention.
Could I but see deep into your heart,
I would find a perfectly formed flower
waiting there.
Waiting for me
to stir the rich brown earth and make a bed,
a room to hold you through the winter storms.
What life force induces you to grow
and not decay in your dark tomb?
Who guides you?
Lovingly
I cradle you and croon a lullaby.
Your fragile skin splits and bares your creamy flesh,
seemingly much too delicate to survive the
frosts and heaves to come.
I place you there.
Sleep little one.
In hibernation let the good earth nourish you.
Your internal clock, set by Nature,
will waken you to spring;
triumphantly breaking free,
a lovely tulip blossom.
Won 7th place in contest Anything But rhyme.